I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 368 Instant kill, chasing and fleeing

This shot made his face bloody.

"Junior brother!" The old monk exclaimed in shock.

All of this is in the blink of an eye, never more than two breaths.

In just two breaths, his junior brother, a monk at the eighth level of the Golden Core, was beaten to the brink of death.

"Who the hell are you?"

While sacrificing a magic weapon, the old monk resisted Fang Han's yin and yang sword energy, while forcing himself to calm down.

Fang Han didn't make a sound, and the other six flying swords came out together, flashing different sword intents, and killed the opponent.

The fake baby monk is really extraordinary, even if Fang Han is now at the seventh level of the golden core, he can't take it for a while.

But the old monk was also in a hard fight, he couldn't rescue his junior brother at all.

At this time, the middle-aged man with only half his life left was extremely aggrieved, he hadn't even made a single move, and his life was already hanging by a thread.

At the moment, he didn't dare to stay any longer, but burned his blood, dragging his bloody body and flying close to the ground.

After all, he is a monk in the late stage of Jindan, with a strong body. Although he was fatally injured, as long as he has a breath, he can recover in time.

But at this moment, with an inaudible chirping sound, a drop of transparent light flashed across the air.

From the back of the middle-aged man's head and from between the eyebrows.

Dripping through the stone!

Now Fang Han uses the strength of the seventh layer of Jindan to send out dripping water and piercing stones, and the power is incomparable.

Although the middle-aged man burned all his potential to escape, he still killed him.

Within a few rounds, an eighth-level Golden Core was instantly killed before he even had time to use a single move. This was the case when Fang Han faced a fake baby monk at the same time. Although there was a reason for the surprise attack, it was enough to shock the world.

In horror, the old monk was also surrounded by Fang Han's eight flying swords.

The surrounding sword radiance radiates, and the sword intent is monstrous.

He knew that if he was a little careless, he would be taken advantage of by the other party.

"Fellow Daoist, take your time, you have something to say!" The old monk took out a purple jade ruler with a long gray silk to resist Fang Han's eight-sword siege, and said with a breath.

At this time, he already knew that the opponent was not the early stage of Golden Core, but a monk at the seventh level of Golden Core, which was also considered to be at the late stage of Golden Core.

But why is the strength of the opponent's seventh-level golden core so terrifying.

The magical powers of the magic weapon on his body are so fierce, and all kinds of sword intentions make him terrified, but the decisiveness of the attack and the strange means make him feel chills.

Fang Han didn't answer, but his face was cold, and his hands moved a little faster.

He tried his best not to make a move, and he wanted to kill his opponent, because if there were no accidents, Lingbao Xianzong had already released the information that his sword intent could not be suppressed and he died.

But the natal flying sword with eight mouths and full attributes is his iconic magic weapon, so once the opponent does not die and spreads the image of his iconic magic weapon, then those who are interested will soon find that he is not dead, so whether it is for old man Zhou or him , are all big troubles.

Therefore, Fang Han used eight flying swords, and if he didn't make a move, he thought that if he made a move, he must kill his opponent.

Of course, when he tried his best to find the other party's flaws, he didn't forget to allocate some energy to observe the surroundings in case he was attacked again.

"Fellow Daoist really want to fight to the death?"

The old monk saw that he couldn't get better, and he gritted his teeth while regretting it.

Just in a flash, the mana in his body swelled wildly, and his purple jade ruler shone brightly, becoming crystal clear, and bursts of purple light protected him.

Groups of purple flames erupted from the jade ruler and condensed into a purple flame fireball, covering the whole body of the old monk impenetrably.

Rumble!Eight flying swords slashed on the fireball, and the fireball trembled wildly for an instant, but it hadn't broken through for a while.

Fang Han's face also turned serious, the other party's purple jade ruler turned out to be a genuine low-grade spiritual treasure.

This is also the reason why Fang Han's eight flying swords were unable to break through his defense for a while.

Although his eight natal primordial spirit flying swords are well-made and high-level, after all, the warming time of essence and blood in the body is relatively short, and they have not yet reached the level of Lingbao.

It's just such a small gap, but it makes it impossible to break through the opponent's Lingbao's defense in such a short period of time.

But this blow has already made the old monk terrified, and Yuchi's defense may not last for two or three breaths.

must fight back.

So he made a tactic with one hand, and the long gray silk around him suddenly shone in the void, and immediately transformed into more than a hundred gray giant blades, piercing the sky with an ear-piercing sound, and slashed at Fang Han. come over.

Fang Han shook his hands, and the eight flying swords shook violently in the air, and suddenly thousands of sword lights came down like a storm in the air.

Kacha Kacha, with a terrifying killing sword intent, swept away the opponent's gray giant blade, and at the same time, amidst the rumbling sound, the gray long silk was directly cut into several sections, losing its spirituality.

But at this moment, the old monk's face was overjoyed, and the purple jade ruler suddenly shot out a hundred-foot-long fire dragon, which suddenly entangled Fang Han.

Burningly, the latter's body-protecting divine light quickly disappeared.

The old monk was overjoyed, being entangled by his Ziji True Fire, the opponent would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!

But at this moment, swish, an ancient black and white fan appeared in midair, just under one, the vitality of the surrounding world surged violently.

His Ziji True Fire was sucked into it by the ancient fan as if being pulled by a strong force like a whale sucking water.

"This, how is it possible?" The old monk was horrified. What kind of magic weapon is this ancient fan, which can directly absorb his strange fire?

But it was not his turn to think about it.

At that moment, he took advantage of this gap to burn his essence and blood, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

At the same time as he disappeared, Fang Han's sword had already slashed at his original position.

"Teleport!"

Fang Han's expression froze, the Golden Core monk's teleportation didn't go very far.

But the teleportation of Nascent Soul monks can often reach hundreds of miles away.

This old monk is a fake baby, and he must be able to reach a distance of one or two hundred miles by using the teleportation secret technique.

Soon, Fang Han felt that within the limit of his spiritual consciousness, there was the shadow of the other party.

"go with!"

Fang Han drove a dozen Sky Swallowing Ants to chase after it first, and at the same time, he spread his wings and quickly chased among the trees.

Can't let this person leave this place.

The two chased and fled, and chased for hundreds of miles, and began to go deep into the wild forest.

"This man is so fast!" The old monk got rid of Fang Han several times, but he was always caught up by him again.

Obviously, the other party also has tracking means.

"Strange, won't his mana be exhausted?" The old monk's mana was seriously depleted, but the other party always seemed to be able to replenish mana in time.

At this time, boom!A beam of sword light came from far to near, and a sword slashed.

Gritting his teeth, the old monk took out a black long knife that was shining with spiritual light, and faced the sword light.

There was a loud bang, and he, who had lost most of his mana, was directly sent flying.

Just when he turned over in the air and was about to escape again.

All of a sudden, dozens of long vines entangled from the bottom of his feet and spread upwards in an instant, entangled him tightly in an instant, and the magic power was almost absorbed all at once.

Immediately afterwards, he was dragged into a dense canopy by the vines.

"The dryad!"

The moment the old monk lost consciousness, he cried out in despair.

(End of this chapter)